Chapter 357 Chapter Twenty-Five

On the road where he stood, all kinds of paper money were scattered everywhere, which were left behind by the grave sweepers along the way.Although it is spring, the breeze blows the paper money on the ground like an autumn wind blowing up the leaves, which makes him feel the coolness of autumn.He shrank his shoulders involuntarily. Just as he lifted his collar to block the cool wind that penetrated his neck, there was a rustling sound. The girl appeared.She kicked and picked up the paper money on the ground as she did last year.It's just that her face was not as happy as last year, and she didn't giggle.Her face was obviously haggard, and her hair was like dry grass blown by the autumn wind.As always, she didn't notice the pedestrians in front of her, she picked up the paper money by herself and concentrated on it.

His body swayed a bit, as if being blown by the wind. "You..." He pointed at the girl with a tickle in his throat. When the girl heard his voice, she froze for a moment, stayed on the ground for a moment, and then slowly raised her head.If the pale face, withered hair, and clumsy expression all show her haggardness, then those eyes are more sparkling than the water in Dongting Lake, clearer than the water in the stone well, and clearer than the old river. The water in it should flow gracefully. The girl was expressionless, as if she was looking at someone she had never met before.He was terrified by the girl's expression, and swallowed the words after the word "you" into his stomach.what happened?She doesn't remember herself?No, how could she not remember?But looking at that expression, he really didn't know himself.Could it be, could it be that she hated herself?Was it because she suddenly saw herself that she had such an expression?Is this the expression of a person who has met a deep hatred?He couldn't figure out that beautiful haggard face.

That face like a peony flower that lacks water. Let him be obsessed with her beauty, but feel sorry for her haggard.His heart felt like it had been stabbed, and there was a hollow pain.Subconsciously, he raised his hand and covered his chest. The girl watched him for a long time, her stiff expression suddenly melted like ice on a river meeting a warm spring breeze.A slight twitch appeared on her face. He was still standing there blankly, staring blankly at the girl.what happened?What expression is about to appear on her face?anger?distortion?Swear?Yes, it was him last year, he was the one who took advantage of the alcohol to invade her who was unguarded.Well, now is her chance for revenge.She will never let go of this golden opportunity.what will happen to herWill you look for me to work hard?Will you drag me to tell the villagers?Will you take me to court?

No, no, no.She is not human.She is a ghost. So, will she drag me to the underworld?Go to Yama to appeal for grievances?Will King Yama blow his beard and stare in anger, and remove more than ten years of life from my life book?or more? He felt like a farmer waiting in front of a squash blossom, not knowing whether the pretty squash blossom was about to bear fruit with pretty stripes or to be a hopeless dumb flower. He suddenly remembered the scene of a beautiful girl in the village pollinating pumpkin flowers. The beautiful girl carefully picked off the male flowers, and then carefully inserted the stamens of the male flowers into the stamens of the female flowers.He knew that the ones with swellings under the petals were female flowers, otherwise they were male flowers.Such a wonderful and imaginative pollination process was completed under the hand of that pretty village girl Conggen.Passing by her vegetable garden, he quipped, what are you doing?In broad daylight, a beautiful girl actually did such a thing, isn't she afraid of being laughed at?

The village girl scolded him with a bad face, and drove him away with a bamboo stick that was used to drive away chickens and ducks in the garden. In front of this weird money picking girl, the scene of the male flower's style in the village girl's hand rubbing against the female flower repeatedly appeared in his head, and he even seemed to clearly see the pollen falling into the pistil of the female flower. The expression on that girl's face finally completely resolved, the corners of her mouth moved, and she actually pulled out a smile that surprised him! "You haven't forgotten me?" She asked softly and timidly, as if she was a girl who had been alone in a vacant room for many years and was waiting for someone to pass by and something secret had happened.He has read countless romantic affairs about literati. Although he has read a few private schools, he does not dare to call himself a literati, but he is not expecting the same beautiful thing to happen?

After hearing the girl's question, he immediately relaxed.All previous guesses are gone with the breeze.He shook his head and replied softly: "Of course not, and I never forgot it for a day." The girl lowered her head and giggled, all haggardness disappeared immediately, she was as shy as a woman in a red hijab on a wedding night. He was still a little scrupulous at first, but when he heard the girl giggling, he couldn't hold back immediately, dropped the little locust tree in his hand, and rushed towards the shy girl.He hadn't had a sip of wine that day, but the aroma of last year's wine faintly passed his nose.If it was the instigation of alcoholism before, and if the dream afterward was physical impulse, then at this moment he is a collection of two kinds of agitation.He was like a beast that had just gotten rid of its shackles, and he could no longer control the fire that had been burning in his heart for a long time but had not been fully burned.The person under him didn't refuse, only catered fiercely.

He thought of "Victors and women, Yi Qi flirted with each other, and gave them peonies." There is a dead deer. The white grass is pure, and there is a woman like a jade. She is so comfortable! I don’t feel like I’m embarrassed! I don’t make me bark.” He remembered more... After the heat in his body burned violently once, he fell into a deep sleep... When he woke up the next day, it was no different from the morning last year, even the sunshine was equally lazy, the difference was that there was a small fallen locust tree beside him. Instead of sneaking home like last time, he found a broken tile from the grass, dug a hole on the spot, and planted the little locust tree at the place where they met last night.He took some water from the old river and poured it on the overturned soil, then stepped on it tightly with his feet.